Honeysuckle by Melina Raven Maness DieboldI remember walking to my grandmother's through the greengrass with it's diamonddew eyes shining back, well-trained and acute I can still feel the breeze singing it's honeysuckle hymn pleading me to partake of that sweet nectar So I walked to the honeysuckle and pulled a blossom and put the nectar to my lips and tasted (still can taste) the springtime hidden there 04/29/2002 Posted on 04/29/2002 Copyright © 2025 Melina Raven Maness Diebold
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Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/07/03 at 07:47 PM I find it curious how we associate people we feel strongly about through smells and tastes... great verse that brings a touch of spring to the soul this autumn. |
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